Jeong So-yul (3)

‘……She said she could outdrink her husband, but she doesn’t seem quite confident enough to back that up.’

I scratched my cheek awkwardly and picked up one of the empty wine bottles standing on the table.

Though it was empty, I could still smell its subtle fruity aroma. It had definitely been good wine.

But for all the confidence with which she’d ordered it, Teacher Jeong So-yul had turned out to be a complete lightweight—far more than even I, who hadn’t expected to lose, could have imagined.

She’d seemed so confident, and I couldn’t figure out why. I’d wondered if she really believed she could beat me at drinking.

‘So it was just baseless confidence.’

I’d overthought it for nothing. There were plenty of people in the world who could act confident without having any reason to.

It was a pretty anticlimactic ending, considering how much I’d braced myself for whatever might happen.

I let out a small laugh, set the wine bottle I’d been inspecting back on the table, and went over to Teacher Jeong So-yul again.

In other words, I was going to help her up. She was still sprawled on the floor, looking like she could pass out at any moment...